Father’s House: The Mission Changed The knock came with little warning. A woman. Four children. Nowhere left to go. A man evacuating families from eastern Ukraine had rescued them from danger and was desperately searching for somewhere safe. He called Father’s House and asked: “Can you take them?” They said yes. Father’s House had...

Father’s House first introduced me to Lera, a little girl who quickly found a place in my heart. Later, they took me one step further into her story—to Happy Home, where children with disabilities are surrounded by the care, therapy, and belonging they need to...

Today I leave for Costa Rica, El Salvador and Honduras, where beauty and hardship often live side by side—and where courage, faith and grace remind us that brokenness does not have to be the end of the story. I invite you to read my departure...

Without Lifesong Moldova, Anna believes she would still be in her village today. But one unexpected opportunity changed the direction of her life in ways she never could have imagined. Looking back, it's hard not to wonder how often God is at work through the doors that...

Three months prior, Cornelia lost her mother. Back home, her younger brother and four-year-old sister were suddenly left without the one person who had always cared for them. Yet somehow, through grief and uncertainty, God was already providing a second family. I invite you to read Cornelia's story...

What happens when loss touches a child again and again… but never takes away her ability to love? In my newest Capturing Grace story from my recent visit with Orphan Outreach in Ukraine, Nastya’s journey moves through heartbreak, orphanhood, war, and healing—yet through it all, something...

What if one of the most important decisions you ever made seemed completely ordinary at the time? While interviewing Yana during my recent visit to Ukraine, I was reminded that some of the things God uses most powerfully don't feel significant when they happen. Years later,...

"I know this is my place. No one will take it away." When Natasha said those words, I understood they weren't really about a house. They were about something much deeper. Years earlier, she was a young mother with no home, no income, and no idea that she...